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People to Punch, Pet Peeves, and General Vexations (mega-merge)

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I know this sounds petty, but goddammit can we get some kind of schedule for the garbage man. I am in a rural area so I can't take the trash out the night before (critters will get into it). It is also pretty damn far from the house to the end of the driveway. I mean, even the cable guy narrow it down to a 4 hour window. These guys could show up anywhere from 900 am to 700 pm.
Yours always show up on he same scheduled day? Impressive.
 
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I wasn't planning to add to the long list of on-road pet peeves, but today, driving in the rightmost lane of a three lane one-way street, and in the correct direction, I had to move over to avoid a person on an electric scooter coming at me head on. As I passed, the scooter operator shook his head at me as if I was the asshole.
Was this "person" obese with blue hair?
 
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I’m sure this has been stated in this thread, but I’m too lazy to read back through the pages. I was at Costco last Tuesday picking up a brisket. Our store opens at 10 AM.

I got there a bit early because I was running a few errands and filled up the tank prior. The parking lot was packed and there were people lining up to get in. I waited until about 10 and the line doubled. I guess store scans memberships at the door (must be new) so it takes longer to get in.

I’m working my way back to the meat section of store and there are people walking briskly past me with their carts. Not just some people, most people. I’m wondering what’s going on. Then it dawned on me that it was pumpkin pie day at Costco.

The sheer number of people losing their minds over a fucking pie blew me away. One lady had 15 in her cart. I picked up my brisket, laughed and shook my head. Some dude noticed me and said, “15 pies, are you kidding me? Insane.” I chuckled. He looked at me and asked me if that was wrong to say. I said, “Nope, maybe she has a fetish.” Then his wife walked up to their cart with two of her own. His looked defeated. I wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and I started walking to the check out.

If you haven’t been to Costco on pumpkin pie day, you’re missing out. Pumpkin pies everywhere. People playing bumper cars with their carts. The number of dirty looks and grumbling and muttering under breaths was hilarious. “Get me out of here.” “What the fuck?!?” “This is crazy.” “Get the fuck out of my way!!!” “Save some pie for other people!” “Help me Lord, I promise I won’t sin any more.”

And the best part of all is seeing these hapless husbands either with their wives who pile on the pies or the ones who are frantically calling them on the phone asking how many they need, hoping to appease their spouses. When they do, their facial expressions are a deep dive into psychoanalysis. It’s a look of relief, anger, fear, despair, entitlement, overwhelming joy and pride all bundled together.

Meanwhile I got my meat and bid farewell to the lunatics desperately hoping to not to ruin Thanksgiving.
 
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I’m sure this has been stated in this thread, but I’m too lazy to read back through the pages. I was at Costco last Tuesday picking up a brisket. Our store opens at 10 AM.

I got there a bit early because I was running a few errands and filled up the tank prior. The parking lot was packed and there were people lining up to get in. I waited until about 10 and the line doubled. I guess store scans memberships at the door (must be new) so it takes longer to get in.

I’m working my way back to the meat section of store and there are people walking briskly past me with their carts. Not just some people, most people. I’m wondering what’s going on. Then it dawned on me that it was pumpkin pie day at Costco.

The sheer number of people losing their minds over a fucking pie blew me away. One lady had 15 in her cart. I picked up my brisket, laughed and shook my head. Some dude noticed me and said, “15 pies, are you kidding me? Insane.” I chuckled. He looked at me and asked me if that was wrong to say. I said, “Nope, maybe she has a fetish.” Then his wife walked up to their cart with two of her own. His looked defeated. I wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and I started walking to the check out.

If you haven’t been to Costco on pumpkin pie day, you’re missing out. Pumpkin pies everywhere. People playing bumper cars with their carts. The number of dirty looks and grumbling and muttering under breaths was hilarious. “Get me out of here.” “What the fuck?!?” “This is crazy.” “Get the fuck out of my way!!!” “Save some pie for other people!” “Help me Lord, I promise I won’t sin any more.”

And the best part of all is seeing these hapless husbands either with their wives who pile on the pies or the ones who are frantically calling them on the phone asking how many they need, hoping to appease their spouses. When they do, their facial expressions are a deep dive into psychoanalysis. It’s a look of relief, anger, fear, despair, entitlement, overwhelming joy and pride all bundled together.

Meanwhile I got my meat and bid farewell to the lunatics desperately hoping to not to ruin Thanksgiving.
To be fair, Costco pumpkin pie is awesome and I support any and all efforts to buy it/them.
 
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I’m sure the pie is solid. I’m just not going to barrel over people to get one nor will I wipe out the cooler of its stock just because I can. Maybe the lady who stacked 15 in her cart donated them to a shelter or maybe she wrapped them up for unsuspecting relatives. Gift a Costco pumpkin pie: it’s better than a brick of fruitcake. I will say their cheesecake is very good. Several local restaurants have it on their menu and pass it off as their own.
 
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I received an email at 12:30 this morning from GE Aerospace telling me they have not selected me for their internship for military personnel that I applied for in fucking January-February. Those fuckers deserve zero tax dollars as they never replied to emails they sent asking for information and their military liaisons ghosted me every single fucking time. They weren't the only one, just the most recent bag of dicks.
 
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I’m sure this has been stated in this thread, but I’m too lazy to read back through the pages. I was at Costco last Tuesday picking up a brisket. Our store opens at 10 AM.

I got there a bit early because I was running a few errands and filled up the tank prior. The parking lot was packed and there were people lining up to get in. I waited until about 10 and the line doubled. I guess store scans memberships at the door (must be new) so it takes longer to get in.

I’m working my way back to the meat section of store and there are people walking briskly past me with their carts. Not just some people, most people. I’m wondering what’s going on. Then it dawned on me that it was pumpkin pie day at Costco.

The sheer number of people losing their minds over a fucking pie blew me away. One lady had 15 in her cart. I picked up my brisket, laughed and shook my head. Some dude noticed me and said, “15 pies, are you kidding me? Insane.” I chuckled. He looked at me and asked me if that was wrong to say. I said, “Nope, maybe she has a fetish.” Then his wife walked up to their cart with two of her own. His looked defeated. I wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and I started walking to the check out.

If you haven’t been to Costco on pumpkin pie day, you’re missing out. Pumpkin pies everywhere. People playing bumper cars with their carts. The number of dirty looks and grumbling and muttering under breaths was hilarious. “Get me out of here.” “What the fuck?!?” “This is crazy.” “Get the fuck out of my way!!!” “Save some pie for other people!” “Help me Lord, I promise I won’t sin any more.”

And the best part of all is seeing these hapless husbands either with their wives who pile on the pies or the ones who are frantically calling them on the phone asking how many they need, hoping to appease their spouses. When they do, their facial expressions are a deep dive into psychoanalysis. It’s a look of relief, anger, fear, despair, entitlement, overwhelming joy and pride all bundled together.

Meanwhile I got my meat and bid farewell to the lunatics desperately hoping to not to ruin Thanksgiving.
I no longer go to Costco, the gf does while I stay in the car. It's always packed with people who will not get out of my fucking way. They slowly walk around and have zero regard for others.

All I want from there is a couple packs of ribeyes and a chuck roll from the butcher, not to not to have my blood boil into an ethnocentric rage.
 
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